I'm running out of poems to write. I'm running out of feelings to share there is a lot pain in what I suggest feeling right now.
I tried to seek help but nothing can really help me...I can't afford professional Help because nothing can able to help me...I'm running out of ideas.
I'm only thinking of nothing but you. Pathetic as it seems my heart keeps on beating fast that I can't keep up. Regardless I can't seem to tell what to feel.
I swore to you that if I cannot live for myself then I'll try living for you. I can't seem to shake this feelings the emotionless monster I've created inside me has grew..
This pain is unshakable and unbreakable may I ask. Why do you still stay with me? In order to feel something I beg the highest to give me strength to live...
And yet there you are. I don't know why I'm still alive after all this miserable pain and torcher...I planned to end it here but...something is making me wait.
Like sooner or later something or someone will come and wake me up from this nightmare...yet I waited...but as i wait the pain become more severe and painful.
Accepting the painful truth I have no choice because i'm running out of choices. Step by step the clock softly ticking...and as the moon was softly glowing.
The stars alone isn't in the moon's graze. The stars are gone. Leaving the moon alone. The stars apologize as it die inside. The wind grew cold the moon was looking
And looking...
And looking...
But the stars in the sky aren't with the moon anymore...
YOU ARE READING
inspiration story...(Completed)
Poetry"love is like photography you can easily develope it and make it into a memory." "being inspired made you want to write every piece of stories that made you remind yourself of that person you love." "when your with that person you love your wor...
